Rage
“ …that dog
barking at nothing
because every time he’s barked at nothing,
nothing’s gone wrong and why not keep it that way?”
– Bob Hicok, “One of those things we say…”
Blaze searing eye-corner
fierce rupture
a hazard of blades
we two, entangled –
emotion dug deep and flung far –
architectonic
like the causes of weather
complexity systems
large beyond measure
on any scale
insinuated within
spaces we intimately share
archaic wounds – a butterfly’s wing –
tempest stress to tumultuous effect
(deep dug, far flung)
we two, engangled
emotive amygdalas in action
safe love, a hazard of blades
Polysemic Stupor 
My tongue is dancing, such beautiful pain, such sharp reals. Your words turned on a different lathe, I think, recently. The first lines: Old English wave spittle, salt and clear. Tight and involved. Lovely!
thank you Simon – I’ve been having a lot of trouble cranking the poetic mechanism – perhaps the lathe of that wrestling is what you’ve read in? Thanks for the encouragement.
Just a difference of choices, I think. Your prose is densely poetic often, but follows a linked thought/image process and is tough and rich in concept. The last few pieces seem to me to be more focused on word imagery -stronger pictures…..
Ahoy – just stumbled into your site…. very excited to go exploring! Interesting… we have some of the same books on our reading list (I found ur blog doing a search for Ingold’s Being Alive) AND we chose the same wordpress theme: I humbly submit my own blog (poetry) http://www.wingbone.net. Cheers – Catherine
thank you for following the quirky lead. Glad for the visit and already noted serendipity between your interests and explorations and ours (my wife works in Expressive Arts Therapies and is a practicing visual artist – http://www.lifeinrelationtoart.wordpress.com)
The Chora Project idea is inspiring also